The Faded River

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The Faded River

Mara stood in the center of the archive room, her hands slick with the cold, damp sweat of a body that was beginning to forget its own boundaries, fighting the slow, viscous tide of the years that sought to pull her under like a riverbed sucking in the air from a drowning man’s lungs. The air here was thick, heavy with the scent of decaying lignin and the metallic tang of old iron, a smell that...

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